NARSIS, BALIHO, LEBARAN, BALIHO NARSIS SAAT LEBARAN...

Suatu hari di musim panas tahun 2010 (hayyah... pake musim panas.. :), saat rapat di ruangan bos dengan beberapa juri Duta Wisata 2010, Pak Bos nyeletuk bahwa "masalahnya... orang-orang kita ini banyak yang pemalu untuk ikut kontes-kontes begini" --merefleksi kontes sebelumnya yang miskin peserta. Aku, seperti biasa... suka ga tahan kalo gak nyolot, "hmmm... padahal kita suka pasang poto narsis di FB"... dan langsung disambut salah seorang pemred harian lokal yang juga ketua dewan juri "Iya ya mbak...", hahaha... kita semua lalu tertawa.

(Gambar Sholat Ied Tahun 2010 di ATM Pangkalpinang)

Suatu hari pula di tahun 2009, saat sedang diskusi dengan bos juga...yang biasanya juga jadi acara curcol (eh, btw, curcol tuh apaan sih...--:P), saat sedang membahas salah satu media promosi luar ruangan... tiba-tiba teringat dengan salah satu baliho yang suatu sore aku lihat di salah satu pertigaan di

THE RAIN, THE ROOM, AND WEENAPAD (Part 2: The Room)

Finally, I have the gut to write again...:) Heavy rain, a cup of coffee and a day off perfectly create "the moment"...^,^ It takes a half year to write this chapter.

Now, I'm in my little room at home. This little room is not comparable in size to my room in weenapad, off course… but I have more furniture here..:) and the plus point I never had in Rotterdam, my parents and those little brats are around… Since my only sister got married in February 2003, I occupy this room alone. Before that, it means after I returned from my study at Gadjah Mada in late 1999, I shared this room with her.

I always shared a room in past, at home with my sister, and while I was a student I shared room with my roommates.

I should have done something else, but...

Every time I have to deliver my car to the garage, i feel like crazy...I don't know why. Going to garage to make sure my car is alright, it just doesn't feel like something fun for me..( I think, this kind of thing is so male- gendered task..^_^! But, I can't avoid doing that anyway...) I rarely drive my car, and for almost 18 months, i have only used that for less than 10.000 km... last time, when it was in 8000 km, the girl in the garage forced me to change the engine oil and i insisted to wait until it is 10.000 km..:) Anyway...sometimes, I wonder why i need a car and join in the groups of lazy people contributing to traffic jams and pollution... but to think i should bike for 8 km every morning to the office and 8 km back in the afternoon, with the risk of being hit by cars or motorcycles always calm me down from my passion to ride my bike as if it were as comfortable as riding bike in Rotterdam... in my dream...

I should have written part 2 of my previous post, but...